Raoul immediately found himself in front of the managers' main office. He took a deep breath. The monster wouldn't get away with this. He knocked boldly. Firmin appeared. "Ah, our kind patron. What can we do for you?" Raoul tipped his head and walked into the office. Andre was sitting in a chair and there was an empty one beside him. Raoul didn't take a seat; he assumed the empty chair was where Firmin had been sitting. Andre seemed rather impatient. Raoul suddenly felt some of his confidence fade. Firmin motioned him to begin.
"Well, as we all know, there is an Opera Ghost dwelling under the Opera House." Raoul began. Firmin waved his hand. "You too? There is no Phantom of the Opera, Monsieur." Raoul continued, "Oh but there is. And I'm afraid he has been…tempting Miss Daae." Andre stood up. "Sir, what could that apparition possible tempt our Miss Daae into doing?" Raoul took another deep breath, and made a hand motion. Andre and Firmin looked at eachother then back at Raoul. Firmin was the first to speak. "You don't mean?" Raoul nodded his head. Andre shook his head, "Nonsense. Your mind is cheating you Viscount." "Oh no, Christine told me herself." Raoul explained. That is what stopped Andre's and Firmin's disbeliefs. "She told you…herself?" Firmin asked. Raoul nodded his head. Andre spoke, "What do we do about this then?" Raoul thought. Firmin pointed his finger. "I know. We shall get rid of this ghost. This ghost who is determined to court young ladies into unwilling situations and makes them think they want to!" Raoul retorted, "How, do you propose, we do that?" Andre explained, "We shall take troops down after him! Viscount, do you know where he resides?" "I have been there myself. Christine is normally with him as well." Raoul replied. Andre nodded.
Christine finished her visit with Meg and returned to her room. She was unsure of what to do next. She walked out into the hallways. She found herself walking up towards the roof top of the Opera House. She wasn't sure why though. She hadn't a coat to wrap around her. She only had slippers on, the thin type ballerinas where. The cold air blew into her face as she stepped out into the snowy roof top. She walked over to the edge of the building. As she looked down she felt dizzy. Consciously, she backed away so as not to fall. The wind began blowing harder. She automatically reached for where her coat should be. Then she remembered she had not put one on. She walked back down into the Opera House. She heard yelling, chanting. She strained to here better. Then she caught two words, "Opera Ghost!" She ran down the stairs and saw Meg following the crowd. "Meg, what's happening?" Christine called. Meg turned and relief flooded her face. "Christine, it's that ghost! The managers said he had abused a girl, they didn't say who. Come on, we're going to kill him!" Meg disappeared back into the crowd. Christine felt her comfort melt away. They were after her Angel! Raoul, that stupid boy, must have told the managers! Christine knew she had to get to Phantom before they did. She dashed towards her dressing room. She frantically pulled at the hinges on her mirror. It slowly slid open. She sprinted through. The passages welcoming compared to the Opera House. She felt as though she knew the passages by heart. Soon she came upon the lake, but she was running out of time. The crowd's chants were audible and close. She ran forward, looking for the boat. Where was it? She looked out across the lake. It was on the other side of the lake. She knew better to swim over. But she knew better than to call out Phantom's name. It would only alert the crowd. Suddenly a hand clapped over her shoulder. She turned, expecting to see her Angel behind her. But it was Raoul. "Christine, we will get him." Christine shook her head. "No Raoul…he isn't evil!" Raoul smiled. "You can stop playing now." He looked at the crowd. "That way!" He called. The crowd cheered and plunged into the lake. Christine watched in horror as they hastily got closer and closer to the Angel's domain.
